The final preparations are almost complete before the guest arrives at the Studio Atrium and rings the doorbell. I glance at my colleague, Raphaela Morning, and a smile crosses my face. Her curvy, feminine figure, perfectly accentuated by her latex dress, immediately catches my attention. She notices my smile. She steps closer, reaches into my still open leather pants, and wraps her hand around my cock. It starts pulsing instantly, and the throbbing intensifies as her fingertips gently dance along its length.
"Work first, then pleasure!" she whispers in my ear, slowly closing the zipper of my leather pants and fastening my belt. Her smile is sweet yet mischievous. My thoughts race: a wonderfully dominant woman, sensual and seductive - the perfect partner for this forced-bi fetish play.
Her phone vibrates, and the message reads: "I have arrived at Berlin Sudkreuz! Almost there!" Less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rings at the studio. Raphaela goes to greet the guest, while I head to the common room, waiting for my turn.
I listen as Raphaela welcomes the guest in the entrance area with her sweet dominance, preparing him verbally for the upcoming experience as she guides him to the shower. She acknowledges his compliments about the imposing and stylish entrance area and then sends him to the shower.
Shortly afterward, she and the guest disappear into the "Gold" room, where the perfectly positioned spanking bench is ready - ideal for this roleplay filled with dominance and submission.
After about fifteen minutes, I make my way to the "Gold" playroom and listen at the door to hear how the guest's BDSM experience turns into ecstatic moments.
Her strict yet sweet voice gives commands and humiliates simultaneously. She talks about the worthless piece of flesh between his legs and how pitiful he is as a little pig. A loud crack signals the strike of a whip, and the man - clearly gagged - groans in pain. More hits land, and more muffled groans fill the room.
My agreed-upon cue follows, loud and clear from inside the room: "... You are obviously only good for one thing! Let us see if Master Samael agrees!"
The door opens, and I enter the scene.
The entire scene unfolds before me: at the left wall, on the red leather spanking bench, lies a roughly fifty-year-old man with a strong build and gray-brown hair, artfully tied with ropes. The end of a butt plug protrudes from his anus. His eyes are covered, but he senses my presence as I approach the bench.
"What do we have here?" I ask my colleague.
"A little pig that needs to be properly used to see if it is good for anything!" she replies.
She removes the gag from the pig's mouth, holding his face in her hands, her thumbs and middle finger digging into his cheeks.
"Is that not right, piggy?" she asks.
"Yes, Mistress!" comes the muffled response.
Raphaela invites me to stand in front of the bound piggy's head. She walks around the spanking bench to the other end.
"Let us see what you are good for!" I say to the piggy and begin to unbuckle my belt. The sound makes his arousal obvious - his breathing becomes heavier, and an impatient moan escapes his lips. I unzip my leather pants, pull out my dick, and skilfully roll a condom over it.
After a few gentle slaps with my cock on his cheeks, I push the tip into his mouth. Gently at first, but after a few soft movements in and out, I go deeper. The piggy lets out muffled moans as I start sliding my cock in and out of his mouth.
Meanwhile, Raphaela begins to play with the butt plug, causing the piggy to moan even louder.
Without me noticing, Raphaela has strapped on a strap-on and prepared the dildo. We exchange a knowing look, communicating wordlessly.
"I think it is time to really test this piggy!" Raphaela says, pulling the butt plug from the piggy's anus.
"Definitely!" I reply, pulling my cock from his mouth.
We switch positions, and I take my place behind his invitingly presented anus. Moments later, I push inside, eliciting a loud moan from the piggy. Raphaela grabs his head and slides her dildo into his mouth.
"Yes, take it, you little pig!" I shout at the piggy as Raphaela and I rhythmically thrust into him.
My thrusts become harder, deeper, and more brutal, until I finally release my load inside the condom. Then I pull out, my cock still twitching.
As I clean myself, Raphaela asks, "So, what do you think of the piggy?"
"Quite usable!" I respond as I leave the room and head to the shower.